Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

chapter 7

Niall's POV:

We looked at Justin, pure shock in our faces...

he's gay? like legit gay?

"Y-You're gay?" Louis spoke up after a few minutes silence.

"Well isn't it obvious?" Justin chuckled. I looked at Louis, furrowing my brows. What do we do now? I don't think I can pretend that Justin and I did something, and then it ending up a lie and hurting Justin...

"Well.. uh, so what do you think about you and Niall hooking up?" Zayn decided to say something.

Justin shrugged, "Well I'm shocked that this apparently happened, and I don't remember," Justin pauses, then smiles, "But if this is what happened, how does Niall feel about it?"

It was like Justin was smirking... but I couldn't really tell.

"Well, Niall...." Louis nudged me, I rolled my eyes at him. "Tell him..." Louis bit his lip. I sighed, looking at Justin.

His caramel eyes were bright, distracting me slightly. His pink plump lips, curved into a smile made me all happy inside...

I sighed, "Well, I thought it was okay..." I began to imagine what it'd be like to actually kiss Justin. I know we're lying... but, I still have that curiousity playing in my mind.

He's perfect... everything about him.

I didn't really care... He is perfect.

Maybe... just maybe... he likes me back?

stop it Niall, he will never like you back.

"Just okay?" Justin smirked. I nodded, looking down at my hands.

"Well, uh, enough with this... we should get to the tour bus." Liam said, causing all of us to look at him.

I felt a tap to my shoulder, then watched as Harry leant over, whispering, "He just might like you back, Ni." Harry smiled hopeful at me.

I blushed, biting my lip.

Justin's POV:

Back at the tour bus, nothing much more was said. My plan was going perfectly.

I know They were lying. And I'm not about to let anyone fool me.

Everyone headed to bed, while I laid down on the couch, tossing and turning at the uncomfortable leather surface.

Sure, if this couch was only used to sit on it'd be bearable, but considering I have to sleep on it, its become quite unpleasant to my back and neck.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

I still haven't got my blanket back.

Stupid Louis.

It was cold, and silent, other than the snoring coming from some of the lads.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, so I grabbed it, staring at the message.

I sighed, staring at it for a few minutes.

[Scooter: Paul messaged me telling me what you'd done. Honestly Justin, this is enough... Why must you make everyone's lives around you, harder? I'm sorry if I woke you, I know its late there, but I don't care. Once you learn to respect everyone else, we can talk properly, but as of now... I'm thinking about some things. Maybe you shouldn't be a singer... You're talented, don't get me wrong, but all the fame's gotten in your head. Talk to u soon.]

I was even more determined to prove to everyone my innocence.

I needed to prove it.

I didn't write those Tweet's, and I just wished that one person would believe me.

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My head spun, my stomach turned...

yep, I'm suffering a hang over. I opened my eyes, but regretted it once the lights around me stung my eyes.

I looked around, waiting for my vision to clear before I notice the boys sitting at the table eating. They didn't even notice I was awake, so I might as well pretend to be asleep.

"Niall..." Liam's voice spoke. Well, I can now listen in.

"Yeah?" The cute, Irish accent came out of Niall.

He seriously had the cutest accent... wait what?

Did I seriously just think that. No. I'm not finding anything on a male attractive. Ever.

"So... if this all works out, you could possibly date Justin." Liam laughed lightly.

Niall date me? But He hates me, right?

"Shuddup Li... Don't joke around." Niall groaned.

"Well c'mon, Ni. He did say he had a crush on you, why not use it to your advantage, considering you like him back." Zayn said. I felt my cheeks heat up.

Niall likes me? Omg, he has a crush on me?

"Zaynnnnn....." Niall groaned again.

"No falling for the target, Niall." Louis spoke.

"Oh c'mon Lou...." Harry chuckled.

"No, I'm serious. He Is the enemy. He is not Niall's type." Louis stated.

Okay, I'd be lying if that didn't hurt.

I dont like guys... I don't...

but the thought of me and Niall kissing-Wait no stop, I can't think like this.

I'm supposed to be pretending, not actually convincing myself this crap.

"Its not that bad L-"

"It is that bad, so no. Niall is not going to ever actually date Justin. Okay?" Louis spat, cutting off Zayn. 

I decided this was my que to "wake up".

I faked a yawn, stretching my arms.

I sat up, looking at the boys.

"Where's the bathroom on this bus?" I found myself asking once I felt my stomach do unpleasant flips.

"Down the end of the bus." Liam pointed. I nodded, mumbling a thanks before rushing to the toilet. I closed the door, clenching my stomach.

I feel sick, really badly.

I hate being sick, especially when I'm not surrounded by family and friends...

I sighed, realizing that after all those Tweets, I don't think I had family or friends to comfort me.

I felt my stomach turn again, causing me to hack up my guts.

Oh god...